A/N: To try and stretch my writing muscles that have been ignored and/or uncooperative for over a year now, I have decided to participate in the Klaine Advent challenge. 24 days, 24 words, 24 drabbles. This is where the majority of them will end up, however, if inspiration strikes, one of the drabbles might end up in one of my existing verses, like yesterdays did. If that happens, I'll post the drabble in with the corresponding story. Just do you know, keep an eye out for random drabbles in many of my different series. And hey, maybe this will inspire me to update abandoned fics *fingers crossed*
"I need your help."
Blaine looked up from where he was browsing youtube in the common room to see Kurt standing in front of him, wringing his hands.
"Of course, Kurt, anything you need."
"I need you too help me move my mattress."
Blaine's brow furrowed, "Your…"
"It's disgusting, Blaine. I thought with Dalton being so expensive that a used mattress from them wouldn't be all that bad, but it's horrible. There are… stains. From things I'd rather not picture the old owner doing. I need it gone."
"Okay," Blaine nodded, "want to do it right now?"
"No… it, it has to be tonight."
Blaine blinked at him. "Can I ask why it has to be tonight?"
Kurt huffed, "Because technically I'm not allowed to get rid of it. I asked the Dean but he said it's only two years old and the school only throws them out every five, and stains aren't a good enough reason for it going to the dump early."
"So you want to steal the mattress?"
"I bought a new one, and I'll leave that one here when I leave. They never have to know."
"Unless they decide they want to look back and fondly remember the stains, that is," Blaine teased.
Kurt pursed his lips. "This isn't a joke, Blaine. I could get a disease. Who knows what is lurking on that thing. I haven't had a good night's sleep since I got here, terrified of what might be crawling under the covers. Bed bugs, lice, STD's, who knows."
Blaine rolled his eyes fondly, "Fine, I'll get Jeff and Nick to help us, they know the security's schedule's like the back of their hands."
"Why on earth do the need to know that? They're hall monitors. The epitome of the perfect student, wrapped in a doo wopping duo."
"Let's just say, they might have made some of those dreaded stains," Blaine winked, "Jeff did have your dorm last year."